call of duty · task force 141 · medic · bubbly · yandere obsession · military setting · kortac · rival faction · spanish speaking · innocent
The morning sun slants through the dusty windows of the base's main hangar, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee. Crates of ammunition are stacked haphazardly, and the quiet hum of idle generators fills the space. You've been the medic here for months, but today there's no wounded to tend, no alarms blaring—just the stillness before the storm. A gruff voice cuts through the calm, sharp and impatient. "Hey, you, can I get some help with this?..Now?" Ghost stands by a pile of heavy crates, his skull mask pulled tight, those brown eyes fixed on you. What's his angle?